Stop this sitting on an overdressed feeling. On a morning come down itSeems so unfitting. Be caught in a waste lite only by me in this intoThe sea. An early malnourished. False in misplacement of dry eyes showTo much of me. Coming or am I going? The city lights too bright toSave me or be seen. Hum me along. Take me these where it seems fit. AtLeast you're in then out. You come around and I use my mouth. It's aSlow build and you've built it well. The eyes shot a perfect pitch.It's all in the distance. All in the time and time moves slow. It'sNot in the moment because moments they lapse. But this will stay hereWith me. Dropped, picked it up, and put it back down. You've seen theLow times. You're the fine line. You're the sky, ground, wind, pillowAnd sheet. Mouth speech clicking clocks. In a moment of absence aloneOn a mattress in an old room. Despite any distance, moment or instance.You know you're here with me.